Mall
Title: Mall
Characters: Maya/Sylar
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1, 378
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: They go to a deserted mall to get provisions but they are not as alone as they think.
Note: Kept Woman 'Verse. Will be one more part I think.
Parts: 1, 2
“HOLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.”
“Nadia!”
“What?”
“Be quiet.”
“Why? There isn’t anyone here mamma.” Maya’s six year old daughter looks up at her with a mulish expression that was becoming more and more common place. Maya sighs, mouth pressing together as Gabriel opens the loading doors at the back of the mall.
Here was man that could rip your heart in two with a flick of his fingers outside the threshold of Midland’s biggest mall to buy bulk supplies of Tampax, underwear and whatever else the habitants of the base would need. He sports the same twisted look on his face as his daughter.
“This will be fun.” He says derisively as he telekinetically opens the back doors of the truck they had arrived in.
“Typical.” Maya cuts him a sharp look and takes Nadia’s hand as he rolls his eyes behind her back and they head into the building.
*
Maya had seen a lot and experienced things she never thought possible. But the surreal feeling of walking into a completely deserted and silent place was still one of the oddest feelings. No annoying background music playing, no women mindlessly trailing through rails of clothes. They had the whole place to themselves.
“Spooky…” His voice breaks the silence and she can’t help the flare of annoyance.
Nadia looks up at him in excitement. “Are there ghosts?” He doesn’t answer straight away but then cocks his head to the side.
“There’s not but I could make some.”
“Oh coo-”
“Don’t you dare.” She knew he was just playing with Nadia but there’s a huge part of Maya that dreads to think what his imagination conjurers up as acceptable to show her daughter, especially when she‘s not there. “She’ll have nightmares.”
“Do you think I’d want to do that?”
“Yes?” Maya watches him breath in deep, the flash of anger rising and then passing. He flicks his eyes to Nadia who is looking irritated and takes her hand.
“Come on, lets go look for some toys while mommy continues being a scaredy cat.” Nadia giggles and then cups a hand to her mouth as they walk ahead of her.
She sighs long and wearily in vexation. “Asshole.” She glares at his back as they stop looking at a map and she sees that the toiletries are on the ground floor. “The air isn’t to bad, I can’t smell anything bad.”
“The food was probably looted years ago but there still could be stuff left, tins."
Maya nods and walks to one of the many abandoned trolleys, manoeuvring it around towards the pharmacy she can see in the distance. “We might as well get the sanitary things while we are here.”
“Nooo, I wanna go to the toys on…” Nadia looks up at the map, “floor four!”
“Well you’re just going to have to wait because no you’re not going on your own and no daddy can’t take you.” Nadia slumps in defeat, her arguments cut short. He stares at Maya with that smile but she ignores him and they walk to the pharmacy, Nadia dragging her feet on the floor so that the plastic squeaks sharply.
*
Squuuuuuueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
“Mommy is no fun at all.” Nadia slides by the stalled escalator, watching her parents trying to have a conversation. Her father looks at her mother like he always did, like he loves her but her mother was her usual moany self.
Squuuuuuueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
She had been curious about the outside world. Her mother told her such fantastic stories and Nadia had wanted to finally see. Her father had refused at first, saying that there was nothing to see but that was when he had suddenly agreed. He had told her that she would be so bored out of her wits and see that there was nothing exciting to see. Nadia was starting to think he was right. Nadia slides across the floor, cutting tracks in the dust that had settled over the years and sighs with boredom. Every time she made a pass her father’s shoulders would flinch.
“Baby shhhh…” Her mother doesn’t look at her as she is sweeping a shelf of nappies into a trolley. Her father had wondered off into the shop, giving up the effort to try and speak to Maya.
Squuuuuuueeeeeee -
“Nadia!” That was her father and that made her stop with a guilty scrunch of her tummy.
“Sorry, sorry…” She says quietly as she turns to look up at the escalator and then freezes with a thought. They obviously didn’t want her and there were all those toys just waiting to be played with. It’s not like she would get lost, she could read a map. Taking a quick glimpse at her preoccupied parents Nadia traps a laugh in her mouth and runs to the escalator, careful not to make a squeak.
*
“I bet you never thought you would be reduced to this, did you? So normal.”
They were standing looking at a variety of different brands of menstruation towels and inserters. Maya curls her mouth as he flushes in annoyance. It was a small jab but she would take pleasure in whatever she could inflict. He rolls his eyes and with a twitch of his fingers the colourful and squishy contents of four shelves fall into the trolley.
“You’re like broken record.”
“And you’re full of clichéd and cheesy crap!” Her mind can’t help conjure up the picnic they had shared by the lake and he must know it for he cocks an eyebrow and smirks.
“Seemed to work on you.” He smiles pleasantly and Maya scoffs, turning away. He comes up behind her as she looks at bottles of hand lotion. When he speaks his voice is thoughtful. “You’re right, I didn’t really know what I was doing. You were the first person I had taken on a date.”
“I remember that picture of you Gabriel so it doesn‘t surprise me…” Maya hears him drawing a deep breath, holding it and then releasing it with an annoyed sigh.
“You have to spoil everything…”
Maya turns to look at him with raised eyebrows. “You’re serial killer, you don’t deserve any comfort or friendship, least of all from me.”
“Right. The words Mass and Murderess come to mind for some reason.” He glares at her, brows lowered.
“Gabriel just shu-” Maya suddenly freezes, cocking her head. The anger fades quickly from his face and their eyes meet for a moment before looking simultaneously towards their daughter. Who was gone.
“Shit.”
*
Boys toys were better, even her mom agrees.
The electric car whizzed around the track and she watched it carefully, concentration lines creasing her forehead. This was definitely going home with her. That and everything else on this floor. After a few more circuits Nadia grew bored and rose, newly acquired Elmo in her hand and moves towards the section that looked like it had paints to play with. As she made her way further from the escalator she couldn’t stop that feeling of being watched creeping upon her. But that was silly, her mom and dad says that everyone was dead…
Ghosts? Nadia clutches her toy to her chest and rises her head back and states firmly “There is a difference between fantasy and reality.” It was something her mother would say to her, usually after her father had created something pretty. Nadia could tell the difference, even if her mamma would get those furrows in her forehead. “It’s just not good for your skin, is it Elmo?”
She looks down at the fluffy red toy and then back up and stops with a gasp, arms squeezing Elmo convulsively. Nadia feels her heart beating hard and fast in her chest and she almost screams. There was a silver person standing in front of her. An illusion she thinks quickly but dismisses it, her dad would always say when he was doing one.
“What are you doing here little girl?” Old man’s voice, muffled by a mask. She could just make out his puffy features through the glass. She sees that he’s not really silver but the baggy suit he wears is covered from head to toe in tinfoil.
“Are you real?” The man doesn’t answer straight away and laughs, wheezing.
“Are you?”
Characters: Maya/Sylar
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1, 378
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: They go to a deserted mall to get provisions but they are not as alone as they think.
Note: Kept Woman 'Verse. Will be one more part I think.
Parts: 1, 2
“HOLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.”
“Nadia!”
“What?”
“Be quiet.”
“Why? There isn’t anyone here mamma.” Maya’s six year old daughter looks up at her with a mulish expression that was becoming more and more common place. Maya sighs, mouth pressing together as Gabriel opens the loading doors at the back of the mall.
Here was man that could rip your heart in two with a flick of his fingers outside the threshold of Midland’s biggest mall to buy bulk supplies of Tampax, underwear and whatever else the habitants of the base would need. He sports the same twisted look on his face as his daughter.
“This will be fun.” He says derisively as he telekinetically opens the back doors of the truck they had arrived in.
“Typical.” Maya cuts him a sharp look and takes Nadia’s hand as he rolls his eyes behind her back and they head into the building.
*
Maya had seen a lot and experienced things she never thought possible. But the surreal feeling of walking into a completely deserted and silent place was still one of the oddest feelings. No annoying background music playing, no women mindlessly trailing through rails of clothes. They had the whole place to themselves.
“Spooky…” His voice breaks the silence and she can’t help the flare of annoyance.
Nadia looks up at him in excitement. “Are there ghosts?” He doesn’t answer straight away but then cocks his head to the side.
“There’s not but I could make some.”
“Oh coo-”
“Don’t you dare.” She knew he was just playing with Nadia but there’s a huge part of Maya that dreads to think what his imagination conjurers up as acceptable to show her daughter, especially when she‘s not there. “She’ll have nightmares.”
“Do you think I’d want to do that?”
“Yes?” Maya watches him breath in deep, the flash of anger rising and then passing. He flicks his eyes to Nadia who is looking irritated and takes her hand.
“Come on, lets go look for some toys while mommy continues being a scaredy cat.” Nadia giggles and then cups a hand to her mouth as they walk ahead of her.
She sighs long and wearily in vexation. “Asshole.” She glares at his back as they stop looking at a map and she sees that the toiletries are on the ground floor. “The air isn’t to bad, I can’t smell anything bad.”
“The food was probably looted years ago but there still could be stuff left, tins."
Maya nods and walks to one of the many abandoned trolleys, manoeuvring it around towards the pharmacy she can see in the distance. “We might as well get the sanitary things while we are here.”
“Nooo, I wanna go to the toys on…” Nadia looks up at the map, “floor four!”
“Well you’re just going to have to wait because no you’re not going on your own and no daddy can’t take you.” Nadia slumps in defeat, her arguments cut short. He stares at Maya with that smile but she ignores him and they walk to the pharmacy, Nadia dragging her feet on the floor so that the plastic squeaks sharply.
*
Squuuuuuueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
“Mommy is no fun at all.” Nadia slides by the stalled escalator, watching her parents trying to have a conversation. Her father looks at her mother like he always did, like he loves her but her mother was her usual moany self.
Squuuuuuueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
She had been curious about the outside world. Her mother told her such fantastic stories and Nadia had wanted to finally see. Her father had refused at first, saying that there was nothing to see but that was when he had suddenly agreed. He had told her that she would be so bored out of her wits and see that there was nothing exciting to see. Nadia was starting to think he was right. Nadia slides across the floor, cutting tracks in the dust that had settled over the years and sighs with boredom. Every time she made a pass her father’s shoulders would flinch.
“Baby shhhh…” Her mother doesn’t look at her as she is sweeping a shelf of nappies into a trolley. Her father had wondered off into the shop, giving up the effort to try and speak to Maya.
Squuuuuuueeeeeee -
“Nadia!” That was her father and that made her stop with a guilty scrunch of her tummy.
“Sorry, sorry…” She says quietly as she turns to look up at the escalator and then freezes with a thought. They obviously didn’t want her and there were all those toys just waiting to be played with. It’s not like she would get lost, she could read a map. Taking a quick glimpse at her preoccupied parents Nadia traps a laugh in her mouth and runs to the escalator, careful not to make a squeak.
*
“I bet you never thought you would be reduced to this, did you? So normal.”
They were standing looking at a variety of different brands of menstruation towels and inserters. Maya curls her mouth as he flushes in annoyance. It was a small jab but she would take pleasure in whatever she could inflict. He rolls his eyes and with a twitch of his fingers the colourful and squishy contents of four shelves fall into the trolley.
“You’re like broken record.”
“And you’re full of clichéd and cheesy crap!” Her mind can’t help conjure up the picnic they had shared by the lake and he must know it for he cocks an eyebrow and smirks.
“Seemed to work on you.” He smiles pleasantly and Maya scoffs, turning away. He comes up behind her as she looks at bottles of hand lotion. When he speaks his voice is thoughtful. “You’re right, I didn’t really know what I was doing. You were the first person I had taken on a date.”
“I remember that picture of you Gabriel so it doesn‘t surprise me…” Maya hears him drawing a deep breath, holding it and then releasing it with an annoyed sigh.
“You have to spoil everything…”
Maya turns to look at him with raised eyebrows. “You’re serial killer, you don’t deserve any comfort or friendship, least of all from me.”
“Right. The words Mass and Murderess come to mind for some reason.” He glares at her, brows lowered.
“Gabriel just shu-” Maya suddenly freezes, cocking her head. The anger fades quickly from his face and their eyes meet for a moment before looking simultaneously towards their daughter. Who was gone.
“Shit.”
*
Boys toys were better, even her mom agrees.
The electric car whizzed around the track and she watched it carefully, concentration lines creasing her forehead. This was definitely going home with her. That and everything else on this floor. After a few more circuits Nadia grew bored and rose, newly acquired Elmo in her hand and moves towards the section that looked like it had paints to play with. As she made her way further from the escalator she couldn’t stop that feeling of being watched creeping upon her. But that was silly, her mom and dad says that everyone was dead…
Ghosts? Nadia clutches her toy to her chest and rises her head back and states firmly “There is a difference between fantasy and reality.” It was something her mother would say to her, usually after her father had created something pretty. Nadia could tell the difference, even if her mamma would get those furrows in her forehead. “It’s just not good for your skin, is it Elmo?”
She looks down at the fluffy red toy and then back up and stops with a gasp, arms squeezing Elmo convulsively. Nadia feels her heart beating hard and fast in her chest and she almost screams. There was a silver person standing in front of her. An illusion she thinks quickly but dismisses it, her dad would always say when he was doing one.
“What are you doing here little girl?” Old man’s voice, muffled by a mask. She could just make out his puffy features through the glass. She sees that he’s not really silver but the baggy suit he wears is covered from head to toe in tinfoil.
“Are you real?” The man doesn’t answer straight away and laughs, wheezing.
“Are you?”